People Over Politics, World Over Wealth
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In the mall, I saw a young princess
in pinking rain boots, standing before
a cherry blossom tree for a photo op.
How the image seared into my mind,
held there like secret, silent treasure.
Her sparkling dress all pink and white,
it shimmered in vast overhead lights;
rain boots stomping imaginary puddles.
Not my child; this life that story untold.
Love no less profound for lacking sons
the lack of daughters. As my sun shown
daily, yet, sometimes hidden by squalls
and storms. Always, we sailed through,
to the other side. Each divide patched
like Japanese kintsugi, limned in gold.
Still, no sign of a princess in pink boots.
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